Our usually quiet little township was enlivened on
Monday last, by the festivities which generally accompany the anniversary of
St. Patrick's Day.

A very large concourse of people, amongst whom I
beheld many of the fair daughters of Erin in their best bibs and tuckers,
assembled to witness the Races, which were very well contested; indeed I
consider the running superior to anything I ever witnessed at Tumut on any
similar occasion; everything was conducted in the most orderly manner,
without any of those pugilistic encounters and hurrah fights which are so
frequently the concomitants of such meetings.

Mirth, good humour, and
hilarity appeared to be the predominant and universal motto.

We have a very good Race Course, and if a little
more sociality and unanimity existed amongst the higher classes, this truly
manly and British sport would be carried on with much greater eclat.

Our township is gradually progressing - a new
public-house is in course of erection, and I am credibly informed that
another commodious building for a new store will be commenced instanter.

A hut robbery was perpetrated the other night,
during the absence of the police on duty, but measures have been taken which,
I trust, will soon lead to the detection of the thief.

Our district, generally speaking, is remarkably
quiet, the establishment of the Court of Petty Sessions having had a most
talismanic effect.

I hear that several parties here are about
engaging the "Irish Orphan Girls" recently arrived at Gundagai.

The want of female servants has been long severely
felt in this quarter.

The season has been unusually favourable,
and we have beautiful pastoral and agricultural land, and so long as our
staple commodities command a remunerative figure - nothing can prevent us
from going ahead.